CHAPTER 9
Amara’s POV
The next morning, I stood in front of my closet and stared at my clothes.
Two weeks.
That was all the time I had before I became Jude Monroe’s wife.
I still couldn’t believe it.
I picked up a dress and looked at it.
“No.”
I dropped it on the bed.
I picked up another one.
“No.”
I heard a laugh behind me.
I turned.
Ivy was standing at my door.
“You’ve been doing that for ten minutes.”
“Doing what?”
“Picking up clothes and saying no.”
I sighed.
“I don’t know what to wear.”
“We’re going wedding dress shopping, Amara.”
“I know.”
“So you don’t need to dress like you’re getting married today.”
I looked at her.
“I’m nervous.”
She walked inside.
“You’ve said that about twenty times.”
“Because I am.”
She smiled.
“You’ll be fine.”
I sat on the bed.
